Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.
Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.
Speak Low, If You Speak Love.
Teach Not Thy Lip Such Scorn, For It Was Made For Kissing, Lady, Not For Such Contempt.
Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.
Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!
Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.
There Have Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.
I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.
There's Many A Man Has More Hair Than Wit.
There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.
I Had Rather Have A Fool To Make Me Merry Than Experience To Make Me Sad And To Travel For It Too!
I Were Better To Be Eaten To Death With A Rust Than To Be Scoured To Nothing With Perpetual Motion.
Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.
God Hath Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another.
The Fashion Of The World Is To Avoid Cost, And You Encounter It.
I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.
How Well He's Read, To Reason Against Reading!
God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourself Another.
Truly, I Would Not Hang A Dog By My Will, Much More A Man Who Hath Any Honesty In Him.
I Like Not Fair Terms And A Villain's Mind.
We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.
But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honour, I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.
I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.
Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.
And Why Not Death Rather Than Living Torment? To Die Is To Be Banish'd From Myself; And Silvia Is Myself: Banish'd From Her Is Self From Self: A Deadly Banishment!
The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.
Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff.
Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.
A Peace Is Of The Nature Of A Conquest; For Then Both Parties Nobly Are Subdued, And Neither Party Loser.
Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.
How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth It Is To Have A Thankless Child!
There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.
Pleasure And Action Make The Hours Seem Short.
But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.
There Are Many Events In The Womb Of Time, Which Will Be Delivered.
Thou Know'st The First Time That We Smell The Air We Wawl And Cry. When We Are Born We Cry, That We Are Come To This Great State Of Fools.
In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.
Good Night, Good Night! Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, That I Shall Say Good Night Till It Be Morrow.
As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him. But As He Was Ambitious, I Slew Him.
For My Part, It Was Greek To Me.
I Dote On His Very Absence.
O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!
Most Dangerous Is That Temptation That Doth Goad Us On To Sin In Loving Virtue.
I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.
If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.
Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!
Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.
When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.
Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.