Rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, which gives men stomach to digest his words with better appetite.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted, what bargains may I make, still to be sealing?
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that’s mad.
Patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk with candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, and I of him will gather patience.
Past and to come seems best, things present worst.
