Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.

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.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.