A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Well, honor is the subject of my story.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.