Ambition, in a private man is a vice, Is in a prince the virtue |
And what, in a mean man, I should call folly,/ Is in your majesty remarkable wisdom. |
Be wise; Soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise |
Death has a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one |
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one |
He is not valiant that dares die, but he that boldly bears calamity. |
He that would govern others, first should be Master of himself |
I am driven / Into a desperate strait and cannot steer / A middle course. |
Let us love temperately, things violent last not. |
Like a rough orator, that brings more truth than rhetoric, to make good his accusation |
Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation |
Many good purposes lie in the churchyard. |
Now speak, / Or be for ever silent. |
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here. |
Pray enter, You are learned Europeans, and we worse Than ignorant Americans |