The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.

Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.