When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
There is nothing serious in Mortality
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery?