As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

Pain pays the income of each precious thing.

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.