In delay there lies no plenty.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
This the curse of service: Preferment goes by letter and affection, and not by old gradation, where each second stood heir to the first.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes deeds ill done!
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as night follows day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.