Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.

I am wealthy in my friends.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.