It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

... And death unloads thee.

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

I scorn you, scurvy companion.

Make use of time, let not advantage slip.