In his comic scenes, Shakespeare seems to produce, without labor, what no labor can improve.
Cautious age suspects the flattering form, and only credits what experience tells.
This world, where much is to be done and little to be known.
How small of all that human hearts endure/That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen.
Spite and ill-nature are among the most expensive luxuries in life.