A celibate, like the fly in the heart of an apple, dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but sits alone, and is confined and dies in singularity.
He that does a base thing in zeal for his friend burns the golden thread that ties their hearts together.
Dive on them and squash them if you must.
Revenge... is like a rolling stone, which, when a man hath forced up a hill, will return upon him with a greater violence, and break those bones whose sinews gave it motion.
Marriage is the mother of the world. It preserves kingdoms, and fills cities and churches, and heaven itself.
No man is poor who does not think himself so. But if in a full fortune with impatience he desires more, he proclaims his wants and his beggarly condition.
