Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away

Let us kill all lawyers

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.