“Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.”

“No deeper wrinkles yet?Hath sorrow struckSo many blows upon this face of mineAnd made no deeper wounds?”

“What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.”

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

“Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.”

“In jest, there is truth.”

“Lips, let sour words go by and language end:What is amiss plague and infection mend!Graves only be men's works and death their gain!Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.”