So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time

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

Time is the king of men.

Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.