Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one. |
To doubt is worse than to have lost; and to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us. |
Ambition, in a private man is a vice, is in a prince the virtue. |
Let us love temperately, things violent last not. |
He is not valiant that dares die, but he that boldly bears calamity. |
Many good purposes lie in the churchyard. |
Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise. |
I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours. |
True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn. |
Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation. |
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here. |
He that would govern others, first should be Master of himself. |