When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.