He was not of an age, but for all time!
True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
If men will impartially, and not asquint, look toward the offices and function of a poet, they will easily conclude to themselves the impossibility of any man's being a good poet without first being a good man.
A good king is a public servant.
The man that is once hated, both his good and his evil deeds oppress him.
I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.