Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

The let-alone lies not in your good will.

You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.