But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.

My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.

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.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.

Every why hath a wherefore.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess