Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.