If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.