There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.

Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.