For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry, Alas, for pity stay, And let us die With thee, men cannot mock us in the clay.
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The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much.
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Away delights, go seek some other dwelling, For I must die:
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Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.
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this scythe that mows down kings Exempts no meaner mortal things.
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Interest makes some people blind, and others quick-sighted.
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Bid her paint till day of doom, To this favour she must come....
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It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.
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All confidence which is not absolute and entire, is dangerous. There are few occasions but where a man ought either to say all, or conceal all; for, how little so ever you have revealed of your secret to a friend, you have already said too much if you think it not safe to make him privy to all particulars.
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Let us have a care not to disclose our hearts to those who shut up theirs against us.
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Know from this the world's a snare, How that greatness is but care,...
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Let no man fear to die we love to sleep all, And death is but the sounder sleep
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Here the bones of birth have cried, 'Though Gods they were, as men they died'.
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Peace is not enough, they must also be content.
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