Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
O, had I but followed the arts!
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
Let no such man be trusted.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?
The valiant never taste of death but once.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove
My pride fell with my fortunes.
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
I was adored once too.
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.