“And makes me poor indeed.”
“The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.”
“Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.”
“Be great in act, as you have been in thought.”
“Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.”
“Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.”
“Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form”
“The breach of customIs breach of all.”
“Much rain wears the marble.”
“They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?”
“Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.”
“Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.”
“"Fair, kind, and true" is all my argument,"Fair, kind, and true" varying to other words;And in this change is my invention spent,Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.”
“Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.”
“Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.”
“He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.”
“The soul of this man is his clothes.”
“The weary sun hath made a golden setAnd by the bright tract of his fiery carGives token of a goodly day to-morrow.”
“I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.”
“A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.”
“Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.”
“Assume a virtue if you have it not.”
“They may seizeOn the white wonder of dear Juliet's handAnd steal immortal blessing from her lips,Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.”
“We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.”
“Tongues I'll hang on every treeThat shall civil sayings show. . . .”
