Good wine needs no bush.

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow