Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care.
I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile; So ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
A ministering angel shall my sister be.
Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself Whether I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor.