Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

No worse a husband than the best of men.

What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.