Beware the fury of a patient man.
Fortune befriends the bold.
None but the brave deserve the fair.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may be.
Chaucer, I confess, is a rough diamond; and must be polished e'er he shines.
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
Damned Neuters, in their Middle way of Steering, Are neither Fish, nor Flesh, nor good Red Herring.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.
War is the trade of kings.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble.
I am sore wounded but not slain I will lay me down and bleed a while And then rise up to fight again
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves: who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
For you may palm upon us new for old: All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.