Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises.
Experience is a jewel, and it had need be so, for it is often purchased at an infinite rate.
Sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages.
Oh what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do!
Let none presume to wear an undeserved dignity.
Our doubts are traitors and cause us to miss the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.