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

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

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.

Love mixed with fear is sweetness.

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

All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.