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.

For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.

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

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

Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.

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

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