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?

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.