If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.
How every fool can play upon the word!
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.
I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.