All jealousy must be strangled in its birth.
How beautiful is sorrow when it is dressed by virgin innocence! it makes felicity in others seem deformed.
Think not ambition wise, because 't is brave.
Honor is the moral conscience of the great.
It is the wit and policy of sin to hate those we have abused.
Fame, like the river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off.