Death has a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one
True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
Like a rough orator, that brings more truth Than rhetoric, to make good his accusation.
I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours.
Ambition, in a private man is a vice, is in a prince the virtue.
The good needs fear no law, It is his safety and the bad man's awe.
Let us love temperately, things violent last not.
Many good purposes lie in the churchyard.
To doubt is worse than to have lost; and to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.
But in our Sanazarro 'tis not so, He being pure and tried gold; and any stamp Of grace, to make him current to the world, The duke is pleased to give him, will add honour To the great bestower; for he, though allow'd Companion to his master, still preserves His majesty in full lustre.
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.