There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.
Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.
Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.
Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.