-
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
-
Good reasons must of force give place to better.
-
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
-
Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?
-
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.
-
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
-
The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.
-
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity.
-
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
-
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
-
I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
-
In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.
-
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
-
We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
-
Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
-
However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.
-
I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
-
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
-
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.
-
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
-
The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
-
Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead!
-
A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .
-
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.