Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.

This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched in ice; which, with an hour's heat, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.

There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.

'Twas never merry world,

Since lowly feigning was called compliment.

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.

'Tis not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.

That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

That that is, is.

There is no darkness but ignorance.

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Thieves for their robbery have authority,
When judges steal themselves.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.

The poor beetle, that we tread upon,

In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

Truth is truth

To the end of the reckoning.

Thoughts are no subjects;

Intents but merely thoughts.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.

Trouble being gone, comfort should remain.

Time goes on crutches, till love have all his rites.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the

man.

To strange sores strangely they strain the cure.

'Tis all men's office to speak patience

To those that wring under the load of sorrow; But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,

To be so moral, when he shall endure

The like himself.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

There's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.

There was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And make a pish at chance and sufferance.

The heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive.

The moon was a month old when Adam was no

more,

And raught not to five weeks when he came to fivescore.

There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown.

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

The quality of mercy is not strained,

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.

They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.

The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

The world is still deceived with ornament.

The weakest kind of fruit

Drops earliest to the ground.

The dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the

wits.

The man that hath no music in himself,

Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.

The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.