The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes

Old Time the clock-setter.

The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.

Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.