1572 – 1637 • English • Poet
I do honour the very flea of his dog.
Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.
Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need.
This is the very womb and bed of enormity.
'Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
