O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.