Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.
We were not born to sue, but to command.
Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!