In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.