When we are born we cry that we are come.. to this great stage of fools.
Who can be patient in extremes?
Why should honor outlive honestly?
Why this is very midsummer madness.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?
A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.