A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
A man should be what he seems.
Speak low, if you speak love.
There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave
The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.