There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Extremity is the trier of spirits.

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.