Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.

There's a time for all things.

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.