When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Be just, and fear not.
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.
Love's best habit is a soothing tongue