As wit is too hard for power in council, so power is too hard for wit in action.

Come, for my part I will have only those glorious, manly pleasures of being very drunk, and very slovenly.

Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other.

A beauty masked, like the sun in eclipse, gathers together more gazers than if it shined out.

Poets, like friends to whom you are in debt, you hate.

I have heard people eat most heartily of another man's meat, that is, what they do not pay for.

Thy books should, like thy friends, not many be/Yet such wherein men may thy judgment see.