Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

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

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?

What is aught but as 'tis valued?

The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this?

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

Much rain wears the marble.