Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.

Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

Educated men are so impressive.