Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end.

Lady you bereft me of all words,<br /> Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,<br /> And there is such confusion in my powers.

It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

In a false quarrel there is no true valour.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

I wish you well and so I take my leave,<br /> I Pray you know me when we meet again.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation...

I pray thee cease thy counsel,<br /> Which falls into mine ears as profitless<br /> as water in a sieve.

I must be cruel only to be kind;<br /> Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

I hate ingratitude more in a man<br /> than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,<br /> or any taint of vice whose strong corruption<br /> inhabits our...

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.

I dote on his very absence.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.

I am not bound to please thee with my answers.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.

How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.

His life was gentle; and the elements<br /> So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,<br /> And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!