How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!