Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all

Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?