Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.