"Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow’d his way, Self-mettle tires him."

"Order gave each thing view."

"Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself."

"'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through."

"The mirror of all courtesy."

"This bold bad man."

"'Tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, An…"

"Orpheus, with his lute, made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing."

"'Tis well said again, And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well; And yet, words are no deeds."

"No man’s pie is freed From his ambitious finger."