Thinking nurseth thinking.

Scoffing cometh not of wisdom.

Vice is but a nurse of agonies.

Great is not great to the greater.

The first mark of valor is defence.

Inquisitiveness is an uncomely guest.

No is no negative in a woman's mouth.

Honor, thou strong idol of man's mind.

Valor is abased by too much loftiness.

True bravery is quiet, undemonstrative.

It is not good to wake a sleeping lion.

Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.

My true love hath my heart, and I have his

It is cruelty in war that buyeth conquest.

O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!

Sweet speaking oft a currish heart reclaims.

They love indeed who quake to say they love.

Anger, the Stoics said, was a short madness.

A noble cause doth ease much a grievous case.

All is but lip-wisdom which wants experience.

Ungratefulness is the very poison of manhood.

Who will adhere to him that abandons himself?

Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you.

Either I will find a way, or I will make one.

Friendship is made fast by interwoven benefits.

Give tribute, but not oblation, to human wisdom.

Poetry, a speaking picture to teach and delight.

He whom passion rules, is bent to meet his death.

I seek no better warrant than my own, conscience.

Fortify courage with the true rampart of patience.

The journey of high honor lies not in smooth ways.

A popular license is indeed the many-headed tyrant.

O you virtuous owle, The wise Minerva's only fowle.

In victory, the hero seeks the glory, not the prey.

No decking sets forth anything so much as affection.

Music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses.

Approved valor is made precious by natural courtesy.

Cupid makes it his sport to pull the warrior's plum.

The poet nothing affirmeth and therefore never lieth.

Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.

Nothing has a letter effect upon children than praise.

The end of all knowledge should be in virtuous action.

High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.

There is little hope of equity where rebellion reigns.

Sin is the mother, and shame the daughter of lewdness.

The only disadvantage of an honest heart is credulity.

Gold can gild a rotten stick, and dirt sully an ingot.

Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.

Hope itself is a pain, while it is overmatched by fear.

To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.

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