Soft pity enters an iron gate.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)

Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.