Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

The present eye praises the present object.

Omittance is no quittance.

After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!