He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.