... and in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.
... your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.
A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour; so belike is that.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.