The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!

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

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.

The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.