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Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.
Good men but see death, the wicked taste it.
Guilt's a terrible thing.
He that is respectless in his courses oft sells his reputation at cheap market.
He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.
He threatens many that hath injured one.
He was a man
Versed in the world as pilot in his compass;
The needle pointed ever to that interest
Which was his loadstar; and he spread his sails
With vantage to the gale of others' passions.
He was honest, and of an open and free nature.
He who was taught only by himself had a fool for a master.
Heaven prepares good men with crosses; but no ill can happen to a good man.
Hell itself must yield to industry.
Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
I am beholden to calumny, that she hath so endeavored and taken pains to belie me. It shall make me set a surer guard on myself, and keep a better watch upon my actions.
I do hate him as I hate the devil.
I do honor the very flea of his dog.
I from the jaws of a gardener's bitch
Snatched this bone and then leapt the ditch.
I have discovered that a famed familiarity in great ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less; for great and popular men feign themselves to be servants to others to make those slaves to them.
I have heard they are the most lewd impostors,
Made of all terms and shreds, no less beliers
Of great men's favours than their own vile medicines,
Which they will utter upon monstrous oaths;
Selling that drug for two pence ere they part,
Which they have valued at twelve crowns before.
I have no urns, no dusty monuments;
No broken images of ancestors,
Wanting an ear, or nose; no forged tales
Of long descents, to boast false honors from.
I oft have heard him say how he admir'd
Men of your large profession, that could speak
To every cause, and things mere contraries,
Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law.
I would have you not stand so much on your gentility, which is an airy and mere borrowed thing from dead men's dust and bones; and none of yours except you make and hold it.
If I freely may discover
What should please me in my lover,
I would have her fair and witty,
Savouring more of court than city;
A little proud, but full of pity;
Light and humorous in her toying,
Oft building hopes, and soon destroying,
Long, but sweet in the enjoying;
Neither too easy nor to hard;
All extremes I would have barr'd.
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