If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger
I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.