Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.

I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.

The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.

The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.