Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say it lightens.
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, but sorrow flouted at is double death.
Robes and furr’d gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw does pierce it.
Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records.
O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world That has such people in’t.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of those worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow.
