We inherit nothing truly, but what our actions make us worthy of.
Who hath no faith to man, to God hath none.
There is a nick in Fortune's restless wheel For each man's good.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.
Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.