Hate pollutes the mind.
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.