If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.

A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.