To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still.
Screw your courage to the sticking-place and we'll not fail.
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?
This is the way to kill a wife; with kindness.
When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.
When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.
Who steals my purse, steals trash, but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Yield not thy neck to fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind still ride in triumph over all mischance.
You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care.