Contentions for trifles can get but a trifling victory.
The heavens do not send good haps in handfuls; but let us pick out our good by little, and with care, from out much bad, that still our little world may know its king.
As well the soldier dieth who standeth still as he that gives the bravest onset.
A popular license is indeed the many-headed tyrant.
What is mine, even to my life, is hers I love; but the secret of my friend is not mine!
**Did you realize how much a kiss says, Philip???** Oh My Angel I doooo....A KISS is the beginning of, middle to, and end of most things I love about life.
...the poet, he nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.
Since bodily strength is but a servant to the mind, it were very barbarous and preposterous that force should be made judge over reason.
Vice is but a nurse of agonies.
I willingly confess that it likes me better when I find virtue in a fair lodging than when I am bound to seek it in an ill-favored creature.
There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.
Reason! how many eyes hast thou to see evils, and how dim, nay, blind, thou art in preventing them.
What doth better become wisdom than to discern what is worthy the living.
It is manifest that all government of action is to be gotten by knowledge, and knowledge best, by gathering many knowledges, which is reading.
O you virtuous owle, The wise Minerva's only fowle.
Laughter almost ever cometh of things most disproportioned to ourselves and nature: delight hath a joy in it either permanent or present; laughter hath only a scornful tickling.
As the love of the heavens makes us heavenly, the love of virtue virtuous, so doth the love of the world make one become worldly.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
Music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses.
The truly great and good, in affliction, bear a countenance more princely than they are wont; for it is the temper of the highest hearts, like the palm-tree, to strive most upwards when it is most burdened.
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.
They love indeed who quake to say they love.
The tip no jewel needs to wear: The tip is jewel of the ear.
Sin is the mother, and shame the daughter of lewdness.
There is nothing sooner overthrows a weak head than opinion by authority, like too strong a liquor for a frail glass.
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