Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.