I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel; then what should war be?
What is aught but as 'tis valued?
The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.
But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.