They are but beggars that can count their worth.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

Beauty within itself should not be wasted.

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.