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

Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.

We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.