What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.

Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.

Be to yourself as you would to your friend.

Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.