Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.

That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side