What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.

And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.