Archers ever Have two strings to bow; and shall great Cupid (Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer?
Fortune, the great commandress of the world, Hath divers ways to advance her followers: To some she gives honor without deserving; To other some, deserving without honor; Some wit, some wealth,--and some, wit without wealth; Some wealth without wit; some nor wit nor wealth.
News as wholesome as the morning air.
He that shuns trifles must shun the world.
Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought.
Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects. Extreme heat kills, and so extreme cold: extreme love breeds satiety, and so extreme hatred; and too violent rigor tempts chastity, as does too much license.
Enough 's as good as a feast.
Ignorance is the mother of admiration.
Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.
Each natural agent works but to this end,- To render that it works on like itself.
Pure innovation is more gross than error.
Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
So our lives In acts exemplary, not only win Ourselves good names, but doth to others give Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.
And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.
Make ducks and drakes with shillings.
Words writ in waters.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
And for the authentical truth of either person or actions, who (worth the respecting) will expect it in a poem, whose subject is not truth, but things like truth? Poor envious souls they are that cavil at truth's want in these natural fictions; material instruction, elegant and sententious excitation to virtue, and deflection from her contrary, being the soul, limbs, and limits of an authentical tragedy.
Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.
Be free all worthy spirits, and stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
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