The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

Get thee to a nunnery.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water