A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

Travelers must be content.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.