Let no man value at a little price a virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words.
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.
Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.
'T is immortality to die aspiring, as if a man were taken quick to heaven.
Make ducks and drakes with shillings.
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An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.
Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs
An ill weed grows apace.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, one passion doth expel another still.
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.
Fortune, the great commandress of the world, hath divers ways to advance her followers: to some she gives honour without deserving, to other some, deserving without honour.
And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind, even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts creak, and his rapt ship run on her side so low that she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air.
As night the life-inclining stars best shows, so lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
Great Goddesse to whose throne in Cynthian fires, this earthlie Alter endlesse fumes expires,
As soon as you're here in front of those race cars, ... everything else kind of goes away.
He is at no end of his actions blest whose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
Be free all worthy spirits, and stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.
His deeds inimitable, like the sea that shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts nor prints of precedent for poor men's facts.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
His naked Ulysses clad in eternal fiction.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
I am ashamed the law is such an ass.
Cornelia. What flowers are these? Gazetta. The pansy this. Cor. Oh, that 's for lovers' thoughts.