Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.

Beauty lives with kindness.

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

Let each man do his best.

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.