O, had I but followed the arts! |
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport. |
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. |
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. |
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. |
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing. |
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it. |
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. |
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. |
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. |
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural. |
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after. |
They say miracles are past. |
Speak low, if you speak love. |
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. |
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind. |
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. |
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool. |
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. |
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness. |