And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again.

Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.

Sweets to the sweet.

He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.