Honor's a thing too subtle for wisdom; if honor lie in eating, he's right honorable.
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.
Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.
But what is past my help is past my care.
Those have most power to hurt us, that we love.
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.