I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.
We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.
Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.
There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.