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.

What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

The poorest service is repaid with thanks.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.

Tears water our growth.

He is not great who is not greatly good.