Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.