 And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. |
| With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. |
| There's many a man has more hair than wit. |
| Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear. |
| Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart. |
| We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone. |
| What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. |
| Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless! |
| It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions. |
| I will praise any man that will praise me. |
| There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them. |
| Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear. |
