By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?

Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.