All jealousy must be strangled in its birth.
Fame, like the river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off.
What one cannot, another can.
All slander must still be strangled in its birth, or time will soon conspire to make it strong enough to overcome the truth.
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.