Historians desiring to write the actions of men, ought to set down the simple truth, and not say anything for love or hatred; also... to choose such an opportunity for writing as it may be lawful to think what they will, and write what they think, which is a rare happiness of the time.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whoso desireth to know what will be hereafter, let him think of what is past, for the world hath ever been in a circular revolutio...n; whatsoever is now, was heretofore; and things past or present, are no other than such as shall be again: Redit orbis in orbem.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All histories do shew, and wise politicians do hold it necessary that, for the well-governing of every Commonweal, it behoveth man... to presuppose that all men are evil, and will declare themselves so to be when occasion is offered.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All, or the greatest part of men that have aspired to riches or power, have attained thereunto either by force or fraud, and what ...they have by craft or cruelty gained, to cover the foulness of their fact, they call purchase, as a name more honest. Howsoever, he that for want of will or wit useth not those means, must rest in servitude and poverty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He that doth not as other men do, but endeavoureth that which ought to be done, shall thereby rather incur peril than preservation...; for whoso laboureth to be sincerely perfect and good shall necessarily perish, living among men that are generally evil.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest;... An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed; A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have loved her all my youth, But now old, as you see;... Love likes not the falling fruit From the withered tree. Know that love is a careless child And forgets promise past; He is blind, he is deaf when he list And in faith never fast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Even such is Time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have,... And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days. And from which earth, and grave, and dust, The Lord shall raise me up I trust.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »