We know what we are, but know now what we may be.
Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
And where the offence is, let the great axe fall.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open.