Affection is a coal that must be cooled; Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world
The best safety lies in fear.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
Good wine needs no bush.
Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,There's nothing serious in mortality, All is but toys; renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used; exclaim no more against it.
Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness.