“Words borrowed of antiquity do lend a kind of majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.”

“Soul of the age! The applause! delight! The wonder of our stage!”

“No, I do know that I was born To age, misfortune, sickness, grief:But I will bear these with that scorn As shall not need thy false relief.Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam;But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.”

“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!”

“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”

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