The mind maketh good or ill, wretch or happy, rich or poor.
Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.
Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
O sacred hunger of ambitious minds.
The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
The noblest mind the best contentment has
For take thy balance if thou be so wise And weigh the wind that under heaven doth blow; Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise; Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.