He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.

Be just, and fear not.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting