Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.