Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.

Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.

See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.

Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.

The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.

The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.