O sacred hunger of ambitious minds!
Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.
Under thy mantle black, there hidden lie, light-shunning theft, and traitorous intent, abhorred bloodshed, and vile felony, shameful deceit, and danger imminent, foul horror, and eke hellish dreriment.
In vain he seeketh others to suppress who hath not learned himself first to subdue.
Lovely concord and most sacred peace doth nourish virtue, and fast friendship breed.
The ever-whirling wheele of change, to which all mortal things doth sway.
Yet is there one more cursed than they all, that canker-worm, that monster, jealousy, which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, turning all love’s delight to misery, through fear of losing his felicity.
Base-minded they that lack intelligence; for God himself for wisdom most is praised, and men to God thereby are highest raised.
The noblest mind the best contentent has.
Pour out the wine without restraint or stay, Pour not by cups, but by the bellyful, pour out to all that wull.
What more felicity can fall to man than to enjoy delight with liberty?
Who will not mercy unto others show, how can he mercy ever hope to have?
No place, no company, no age, no person is temptation-free; let no man boast that he was never tempted, let him not be high-minded, but fear, for he may be surprised in that very instance wherein he boasteth that he was never tempted at all.
Much more gracious and profitable is doctrine by ensample, than by rule.
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
But Justice, though her dome doom she doe prolong,
Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
A stern discipline pervades all nature, which is a little cruel that it may be very kind.
Sluggish idleness—the nurse of sin.
He whose days in wilful woe are worn, the grace of his Creator doth despise, that will not use his gifts for thankless niggardise.
The troubled blood through his pale face was seen to come and go with tidings from his heart, as it a running messenger had been.
A man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold.—The air fills not the body, neither does money the covetous heart of man.
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