Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.

And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.

The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

There is flattery in friendship.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.