When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

The head is not more native to the heart.

It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.

Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?