What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

Sweet are the uses of adversity

Men should be what they seem.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?