Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?
Glory is like a circle in the water
Sweets to the sweet.
Tis a cruelty to load a fallen man.