To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever