“Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.”

“Though I am young, and cannot tell Either what Death or Love is well,Yet I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at human hearts.And then again, I have been told Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold;So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch, and mean one thing.As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up, or fall;Or to our end like way may have By a flash of lightning, or a wave;So Love’s inflamèd shaft or brand May kill as soon as Death’s cold hand;Except Love’s fires the virtue have To fight the frost out of the grave.”

“Language most shows a man; speak that I may see thee”

“Riches, the dumb god that giv'st all men tongues, / That canst do nought, and yet mak'st men do all things; / The price of souls; even hell, with thee to boot, / Is made worth heaven!”

“True happinessConsists not in the multitude of friends,But in the worth and choice.”

“The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”

“He wil sooner lose his best friend, then his least jest.”