Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever
To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes
There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
Life's uncertain voyage.
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.