The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Your praises will become your wages.

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

Sometimes, less is more.

For grief is crowned with consolation.