Patch up thine old body for heaven.

Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.

I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.