Tempt not a desperate man

Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit

The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.

O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!