What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

To you your father should be as a god.

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

Speak comfortable words.