I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?

He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.

Never shame to hear what you have nobly done