Season your admiration for a while.
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
O, had I but followed the arts!