Travelers must be content.

O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.

Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)