English Playwright, Poet
"If men would wound you with injuries, meet them with patience: hasty words rankle the wound, soft language, dresses it, forgiveness cures it, and oblivion takes away the scar. It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it."
"The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much. He is not rich that possesses much, but he that covets no more; and he is not poor that enjoys little, but he that wants too much."
"Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven. "
"All confidence which is not absolute and entire, is dangerous. There are few occasions but where a man ought either to say all, or conceal all; for, how little so ever you have revealed of your secret to a friend, you have already said too much if you think it not safe to make him privy to all particulars."
"Bellario. Sir, you did take me up when I was nothing; and only yet am something by being yours. You trusted me unknown; and that which you were apt to conster a simple innocence in me, perhaps might have been craft, the cunning of a boy hardened in lies and theft: yet ventured you to part my miseries and me; for which, I never can expect to serve a lady that bears more honor in her breast than you."
"Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger."
"Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock."
"Mortality, behold and fear! What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones sleep within this heap of stones: here they lie, had realms and lands, who now want strength to stir their hands"
"My virginity, that from my childhood kept me company, is heavier than I can endure to bear. Forgive me, Cupid, for thou art god, and I a wretched creature: I have sinn'd; but be thou merciful, and grant that yet I may enjoy what thou wilt have me love!"
"Nose, nose, jolly red nose, and who gave thee that jolly red nose? Nutmegs and ginger, cinnamon and cloves; and they gave me this jolly red nose."
"The fool that willingly provokes a woman, has made himself another evil angel and a new hell to which all other torments are but mere pastime."
"What things have we seen done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been so nimble and so full of subtile flame as if that everyone from whence they came had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, and resolved to live a fool the rest of his dull life."