Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

What is more miserable than discontent?

You kiss by th' book.