There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.