If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

I would fain die a dry death.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.