For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved To meet all perils very constantly.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.
Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
Pride went before, ambition follows him.
Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
You are strangely troublesome.
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.
Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest. Evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wondered at.
Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.
I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities; but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.
Greatness knows itself.
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