O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?

Security is the chief enemy of mortals.

Know more than other. Work more than other. Expect less than other

To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence

When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.