Time is like a fashionable host<br /> That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,<br /> And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly,<br /> Grasps...

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back<br /> Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,<br /> A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:<br /> Those scraps are good...

A woman impudent and mannish grown is not more loathed than an effeminate man in time of action.

A stirring dwarf we do allowance give before a sleeping giant.

The common curse of mankind,-folly and ignorance.

Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.

He takes false shadows for true substances.

If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.

My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

The moon's an arrant theif, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

A merry heart goes all the day, your sad tires in a mile-a.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

The cloud-capp'd towers,the gorgeous palaces,<br /> The solemn temples, the great globe itself,<br /> Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,<br /> And,...

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into...

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment.