What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.
As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.
A quiet mind cureth all.
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
Old friends become bitter enemies on a sudden for toys and small offenses.
A good conscience is a continual feast.