Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

I have drunk and seen the spider.