Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.

And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!