Beauty within itself should not be wasted.

The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.

To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

Hardness ever of hardness is mother.

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.