For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.

So our lives In acts exemplary, not only win Ourselves good names, but doth to others give Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.

Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.

Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.

And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.

Fate's such a shrewish thing.

We inherit nothing truly, but what our actions make us worthy of.