Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.