Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.
Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.
Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.
We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them.