He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

I can give the loser leave to chide.

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.