What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.