Who can control his fate?
A man should be what he seems.
We see which way the stream of time doth run.
Though she be but little, she is fierce!
I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.
There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.