Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.