Mercy turns her back to the unmerciful.

Let all thy joys be as the month of May, And all thy days be as a marriage day.

With a bloody flux of oaths vows deep revenge.

He that gives time to resolve gives leisure to deny, and warning to prepare.

Heaven finds an ear when sinners find a tongue.

Virtue is nothing but an act of loving that which is to be beloved, and that act is prudence, from whence not to be removed by constraint is fortitude; not to be allured by enticements is temperance; not to be diverted by pride is justice.

Take heed thou trust not the deceitful lap Of wanton Dalilah; the world's a trap.

My mind's my kingdom.

We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands

Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands:

We travel sea and soil; we pry, and prowl,

We progress, and we prog from pole to pole.

Fond youth, give o'er,
And vex thy soul no more
In seeking what were better far unfound;
Alas! thy gains
Are only present pains
To gather scorpions for a future wound.

Neutrality is dangerous, whereby thou becomest a necessary prey to the conqueror.

Before thou reprehend another, take heed thou art not culpable in what thou goest about to reprehend. He that cleanses a blot with blotted fingers makes a greater blur.

Use law and physic only for necessity; they that use them otherwise abuse themselves unto weak bodies, and light purses; they are good remedies, bad businesses, and worse recreations.

Will't ne'er be morning? Will that promis'd light
Ne'er break, and clear those clouds of night?
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day,
Whose conqu'ring ray
May chase these fogs.

My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger In these false coasts; O keep aloof; there's danger; Cast forth thy plummet; see, a rock appears; Thy ships want sea-room; make it with thy tears.

Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.

Has fortune dealt you some bad cards. Then let wisdom make you a good gamester.

Wrinkle not thy face with too much laughter, lest thou become ridiculous; neither wanton thy heart with too much mirth, lest thou become vain: the suburbs of folly is vain mirth, and profuseness of laughter is the city of fools.

Diogenes found more rest in his tub than Alexander on his throne.

Sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.