True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time's deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.
Peace is never more than one thought away.
Calumnies are answered best with silence.
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.