That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

But like of each thing that in season grows.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.