Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you-trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, the whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.