Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.

Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

Old Time the clock-setter.

Gold--what can it not do, and undo?