I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

Much rain wears the marble.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

He doth nothing but talk of his horses.