Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.