Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess, As, I confess, it is my nature’s plague To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not.
The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.
O! she will sing the savageness out of a bear.
Do but see his vice; ‘Tis to his virtue a just equinox, The one as long as the other.
Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered.
Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe.
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.
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
