Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Words to deeds cold breath gives.
Be to yourself as you would to your friend.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.