For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.

A light heart lives long.

The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.

To be direct and honest is not safe.

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich