Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.
Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak, and to speak well, are two things.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Art hath an enemy called Ignorance.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
They say Princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a prince as soon as his groom.
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.
In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.