His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.