Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
A plague on both your houses.