If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.

I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess

Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.

Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?