Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.

He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.

'Twas only fear first in the world made gods.

If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.

O what is it proud slime will not believe Of his own worth, to hear it equal praised Thus with the gods?

Sweet meat must have sour sauce.

The way to rise is to obey and please.

He that is so respectless in his courses,
Oft sells his reputation at a cheap market.

Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace:
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free;
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all the adulteries of art;
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

Ambition, like a torrent, ne'er looks back.

In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

He that is respectless in his courses oft sells his reputation at cheap market.

Force works on servile natures, not the free.

Princes that would their people should do well

Must at themselves begin, as at the head;

For men, by their example, pattern out

Their limitations, and regard of laws:

A virtuous court a world to virtue draws.

You are not now to think what's best to do,

As in beginnings, but what must be done,

Being thus enter'd; and slip no advantage

That may secure you. Let them call it mischief;

When it is past, and prosper'd , 'twill be virtue.

Nor shall our cups make any guilty men;

But at our parting, we will be, as when

We innocently met.

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess, excellently bright.

Doing, a filthy pleasure is, and short; And done, we straight repent us of the sport: Let us not rush blindly on unto it, Like lustful beasts, that only know to do it: For lust will languish, and that heat decay, But thus, thus, keeping endless Holy.

If I freely may discover

What should please me in my lover,

I would have her fair and witty,

Savouring more of court than city;

A little proud, but full of pity;

Light and humorous in her toying,

Oft building hopes, and soon destroying,

Long, but sweet in the enjoying;

Neither too easy nor to hard;

All extremes I would have barr'd.

Vice is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.