Cowardly dogs bark loudest.

I am Duchess of Malfi still.

Love mixed with fear is sweetness.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.

Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.

All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.

Knowledge Is Power! Train smart and obtain power!

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.

The soul was never put in the body to stand still.

Men often are valued high, when they are most wretched.

Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.

I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.

For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.

That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.

All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.

Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.

See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.

We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them.

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.

Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.

Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.

I account this world a tedious theater, For I do play a part in 't 'gainst my will.

Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.

Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.

That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.

Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.

When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.

Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.

A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.

I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.

When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.

See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.

The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.

Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.

DUCHESS: Diamonds are of most value, They say, that have past through most jewellers' hands. FERDINAND: Whores, by that rule, are precious.

Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.

Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.

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