Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.
A light heart lives long.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes.
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
Let every man be master of his time.
What must be shall be.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
Make not your thoughts your prisons.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold.
Do not spread the compost on the weeds.