Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?