George Villiers

Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them. ↗

— George Villiers

#dead #fame #grows #hair #just

And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me. ↗

— George Villiers

#laugh #me #pass #turn

Good wits will jump. ↗

— George Villiers

#jump #will #wits

Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold. ↗

— George Villiers

#does #foulest #heart #hold #jealous

The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray. ↗

— George Villiers

#different #different path #each #forest #goes

What the devil does the plot signify, except to bring in fine things? ↗

— George Villiers

#devil #does #except #fine #plot