Pride went before, ambition follows him.

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Good reasons must of force give place to better.

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.