Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.
Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
He that is well paid is well satisfied.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
I am a man more sinned against than sinning.
Great floods have flown from simple sources.
Ceremony was but devised at first to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere 'Tis shown; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.