He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.

Words borrowed of antiquity do lend a kind of majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chair,State in wonted manner keep:Hesperus entreats thy light,Goddess excellently bright.Earth, let not thy envious shadeDare itself to interpose,Cynthia's shining orb was madeHeaven to clear when day did close:Bless us then with wished sight,Goddess excellently bright.Lay thy bow of pearl apart,And thy crystal-shining quiver,Give unto the flying hartSpace to breath, how short soever:Thou that mak'st a day of night-Goddess excellently bright.

Language most shews a man: Speak, that I may see thee.

There was never a great genius without a touch of madness.

I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is groundUpon my flesh t'inflict another wound.Yet dare I not complain, or wish for deathWith holy Paul; lest it be thought the breathOf discontent; or that these prayers beFor weariness of life, not love of thee.

Many might go to heaven with half the labor they go to hell.

For a man to write well, there are required three necessaries—to read the best authors, observe the best speakers, and much exercise of his own style.

Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.

Riches, the dumb god that giv'st all men tongues, / That canst do nought, and yet mak'st men do all things; / The price of souls; even hell, with thee to boot, / Is made worth heaven!

Indeed there's a woundy luck in names.

Art hath an enemy called ignorance.

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die.

Keep thy shop and thy shop will keep thee.

He was not of an age but for all time.

Hood an ass with reverend purple. So you can hide his two ambitious ears and he shall pass for a cathedral doctor.

Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine.

The burnt child dreads the fire.

But I do hate him as I hate the devil.

Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

Our whole life is like a play.

Memory of all the powers of the mind is the most delicate and frail.

He was not of an age but for all time!

Hang sorrow care'll kill a cat.

Language most shows a man: speak that I may see thee.

Sweet meat must have sour sauce.

Dowling Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

I glory more in the coming purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.

A woman the more careful she is about her face is commonly the more careless about her house.

Language most shows a man speak that I may see thee.

He wil sooner lose his best friend, then his least jest.