I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.