I will praise any man that will praise me.
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
Speak low, if you speak love.
Death is a fearful thing.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
I bear a charmed life.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.