Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light

No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.