Sweet are the uses of adversity.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
I have sounded the very base-string of humility.
The silence often of pure innocence Persuades when speaking fails.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honored love, I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.