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

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.

An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!