Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.

Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.

Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?

Children blessings seem, but torments are.

No flattery, boy! an honest man cannot live by it; it is a little, sneaking art, which knaves use to cajole and soften fools withal.

Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.