Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.

The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.

The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*

There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!

Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.