I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.