O, how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors.

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

The icy precepts of respect.

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.