A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.

The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.

A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.