He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.

We are such stuff that dreams are made of.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.