I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.
A fair woman shall not only command without authority but persuade without speaking.
Be careful to make friendship the child and not the father of virtue, for many are rather good friends than good men; so, although they do not like the evil their friend does, yet they like him who does the evil; and though no counselors of the offence, they yet protect the offender.
Every occasion will catch the senses of the vain man and with that bridle and saddle you may ride him
I on my horse, and Love on me, doth try Our horsemanships, while by strange work I prove A horseman to my horse, a horse to Love,
A great deal of talent is lost to the world for want of a little courage
Beauty and use can so well agree together that of all the trinkets wherewith they are attired there is not one but serves to some necessary purpose.
Fear is far more painful to cowardice than death to true courage.
Who will in fairest book of Nature know
How virtue may best lodged in beauty be,
Let him but learn of love to read in thee,
Stella, those fair lines which true goodness show.
There shall he find all vices' overthrow,
Not by rude force, but sweetest sovereignty
Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
Th'indifferent judge between the high and low.
Nor envy's snaky eye, finds harbour here,
Nor flatterers' venomous insinuations,
Nor cunning humorists' puddled opinions,
Nor courteous ruin of proffered usury,
Nor time prattled away, cradle of ignorance,
Nor causeless duty, nor comber of arrogance,
Nor trifling title of vanity dazzleth us,
Nor golden manacles stand for a paradise