This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

Now I will believe that there are unicorns.

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

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.

For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.