“All that glisters is not gold;Often have you heard that told:Many a man his life hath soldBut my outside to behold:Gilded tombs do worms enfold.”

“A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm”

“The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.”

“Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind, But it is very difficult to treat because it cannot even be defined, Because everything is not gold that glisters and everything is not a tear that glistens, And one man's remorse is another man's reminiscence”

“Who hath a bookHath friends at hand,And gold and gearAt his command;And rich estates,If he but look,Are held by himWho hath a book."Who hath a bookHath but to readAnd he may beA king, indeed.His kingdom isHis inglenook-All this is hisWho hath a book.”

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”