Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally, I would we could do so for her benefits are mightily misplaced and the bountiful blind girl doth most mistake in her gifts to women. 'Tis true for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favouredly. Nay, now thou goest from Fortunes office to Natures. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

A young man married is a man that's marred.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.