Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious-dear than life.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, wherein he puts alms for oblivion.
Things won are done, joy’s soul lies in the doing.
There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Omission to do what is necessary seals a commission to a blank of danger.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
I see my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gor’d.
I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.