The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

All the world's a stage.