PATIENCE. Patience doth conquer by out-suffering all. Peele. UNFULFILLED INTENTIONS. He that intends well, yet deprives himself Beaumont and Fletcher. HOW TO MEET DEATH. This world death's region is, the other life's; And here, it should be one of our first strifes. So to front death, as each might judge us past it : For good men but see death, the wicked taste it. Ben Jonson. DANGER-WHAT IS IT? What is danger More than the weakness of our apprehensions? A poor cold part o' th' blood: who takes it hold of? Cowards and wicked livers: valiant minds Were made the masters of it. Beaumont and Fletcher. THE FRIENDS OF VICE. Vice many times finds such loud friends, Webster. AMBITION AN IDOL. Ambition is an idol, on whose wings Southerne. A RIGHT GENTLEMAN. Measure not thy carriage by any man's THE MOST PERFECT PRAISE. Chapman. Men speak ill of thee; so they be ill men. Ben Jonson COWARDICE. A hundred times in life a coward dies. VIRTUE IN WOMAN. Marston. A woman's virtue, in her lifetime, writes Ford. CAUSELESS ANGER. There is not in nature A thing that makes man so deformed, so beastly, As doth intemperate anger. Webster. MAN NATURALLY A COWARD. All mankind is one of these two cowards: Howard. GREATNESS A BUBBLE. In all our quest of greatness, Like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, We follow after bubbles blown in th' air. Webster. FLATTERY INJURIOUS. A flatter'd prince soon turns the prince of fools. Ben Jonson. LOVE BEGAT OF KNOWLEDGE. Knowledge first begets benevolence, Benevolence breeds friendship, friendship love. Ben Jonson. CRAFT ITS OWN PUNISHMENT. Craft once known, Doth teach fools wit; leaves the deceivers none. Middleton. COMMENTATORS. Commentators each dark passage shun, Young. A MODERATE LIFE. I meddle with no man's business but my own; I rise in a morning early, study moderately, Eat and drink cheerfully, live soberly, Take my innocent pleasures freely. Otway. FALSEHOOD OF FLATTERY. -O thou world, great nurse of flattery, Why dost thou tip men's tongues with golde words, And poise their deeds with weight of heavy lead, That fair performance cannot follow promise? Oh, that a man might hold the heart's close book And choke the lavish tongue, when it doth utter The breath of falsehood, not character'd there! Edward the Third, REFLECTIONS IN A RUIN. I do love these ancient ruins : We never tread upon them, but we set men, Must have like death that we have. Webster. |