Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.
If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long