For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.

Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.