Omittance is no quittance.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer.

You kiss by th' book.

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.