A good life is a main argument.

Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument, He'll bray you in a mortar.

Ill fortune never crushed that man whom good fortune deceived not.

Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.

Wherein the graver had a strife / With Nature to out-do the life.

In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.