'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.

And nothing is, but what is not.

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.

How poor are they that have have not patients.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.