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.

Let every man be master of his time.

A table-full of welcome!

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?