There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.

Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.