Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?