A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest.
Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.
Think before you act; think twice before you speak.
To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.
I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof, 'tis the very disgrace and ignominy of our natures.
Women do most delight in revenge.