The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.

Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.

He is not great who is not greatly good.