Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
Come, Lady, die to live.
O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.