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