Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
Experience teacheth that resolution is a sole help in need.
Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.