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.

A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.

Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.

Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.

Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.

Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.

It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.