Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.

There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.

Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.

The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.