What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded, to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate— That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.
What, you egg? Young fry of treachery!
When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Whatever praises itself but in the deed devours the deed in the praise.