If thou marry beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which, perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year.

The bodies of men, munition, and money may justly be called the sinews of war.

To live thy better, let thy worst thoughts die.

If thou marry beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which, perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year.

The world is itself but a larger prison, out of which some are daily selected for execution.

All histories do show, and wise politicians do hold it necessary that, for the well-governing of every Commonweal, it behoveth man to presuppose that all men are evil, and will declare themselves so to be when occasion is offered.

It is plain there is not in nature a point of stability to be found; everything either ascends or declines; when wars are ended abroad, sedition begins at home; and when men are freed from fighting for necessity, they quarrel through ambition.