Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.