Full oft we see cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, and yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger; at whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, troop home to churchyards.
For he’s honourable, and doubling that, most holy.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Do but see his vice. ‘Tis to his virtue a just equinox, the one as long as the other.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirit of light.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
And though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold.
