All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .

Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature.