 Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind. |
| The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. |
| Men shut their doors against a setting sun. |
| Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! |
| How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child! |
| It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. |
| If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? |
| How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? |
| He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. |
| Boldness be my friend. |
| There's place and means for every man alive. |
| Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove. |
| Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds. |
| By that sin fell the angels. |
| There is no darkness but ignorance. |
| Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. |
| He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. |
| I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too! |
| What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god. |
| Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself. |
