Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.

He was not so much brain as earwax

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

I would fain die a dry death.