To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

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

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.