All, as they say, that glitters is not gold
Those wanting wit affect gravity and go by the name of solid men
She knows her man, and when you rant or swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.
Dying bless the hand that gave the blow.
For politicians neither love nor hate.
When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat yet, fool'd by hope, men favour the deceit
Beggared by fools whom still he found too late, He had his jest, but they had his estate
Far more numerous are those as such who think to little and talk to much.
Not to ask is not be denied.
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, to raise up commonwealths, and ruin kings.
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine it will not bear a soil.
Look around the inhabited world how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
Even victors are by victories undone.
All heiresses are beautiful.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
The first is the law, the last prerogative.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
But love's a malady without a cure.