Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

Tis a cruelty to load a fallen man.

To fear the worst oft cures the worst.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.