To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

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

Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves.