Born in 1578 / Died in 1632 / United Kingdom / English
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
All things do help the unhappy man to fall.
Men often are valued high, when they are most wretched.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.
Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.
In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them.
Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.
Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; As seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near.
With such a pity men preserve alive Pheasants and quails, when they are no fat enough to be eaten.
Fortune's a right whore. If she give ought, she deals it in small parcels, that she may take away all at one swoop.
Cowardly dogs bark loudest.
DUCHESS: Diamonds are of most value, They say, that have past through most jewellers' hands. FERDINAND: Whores, by that rule, are precious.
There's nothing sooner dry than women's tears.
The world is governed more by appearance than realities so that it is fully as necessary to seem to know something as to know it.
Vain ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.
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