It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

No worse a husband than the best of men.

Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away.

We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.