I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.
Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.