A good dog deserves a good bone.

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.

Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.

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.

When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.

Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.

I do honor the very flea of his dog.