Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

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

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.

We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.