Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.
My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.
I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.
I came, saw, and overcame.
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care