A good heart 'is worth gold.

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, (135) Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (140) So excellent a king; that was, to this.

Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.