Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

Good words are better than bad strokes.

No worse a husband than the best of men.

My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.

Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.

Every cloud engenders not a storm.