To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.

A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.... If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!