Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lustLike diamonds we are cut with our own dust
What a strange creature is a laughing fool,As if a man were created to no useBut only to show his teeth.
Princes give rewards with their own hands,But death or punishment by the hands of other.
O that I were a man, or that I had powerTo execute my apprehended wishes!I would whip some with scorpions.
Take it for words. O woman’s poor revenge,Which dwells but in the tongue!
Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.
Oft gay and honoured robes those tortures try: We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.
Fortune’s a right whore:If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels,That she may take away all at one swoop.
As in this world there are degrees of evils, So in this world there are degrees of devils.
You know what whore is. Next the devil adultery,Enters the devil murder.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood or lustLike diamonds, we are cut with our own dust
When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.
Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some melancholic distracted manHath drowned himself in’t.
Integrity of life is fame’s best friend,Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.