No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.