A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?
Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.