All's Well That Ends Well

"Be thou blest, Bertram; and succeed thy father In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend Under thy own life’s key: be check’d for silence, But never tax’d for speech. What heaven more will That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head!"

"'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it."

"The hind, that would be mated by the lion, Must die for love."

"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven."

"His good remembrance, sir, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; So in approof lives not his epitaph, As in your royal speech."

"Service is no heritage."

"He must needs go, that the devil drives."

"Even so it was with me, when I was young: If we are nature’s, these are ours; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong: Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; It is the show and seal of nature’s truth, Where love’s strong passion is impress’d in youth: By our remembrances of days foregone, Such were our faults; — or then we thought them none. Her eye is sick on’t: I observe her now."

"My friends were poor, but honest."

"Great floods have flown From simple sources; and great seas have dried, When miracles have by the greatest been denied. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises."

"I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught."

"They say, miracles are past."

"All the learned and authentic fellows."

"From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer’s deed."

"A young man, married, is a man that ’s marr’d."

"Make the coming hour o’erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim."

"No legacy is so rich as honesty."

"The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together."

"Simply the thing I am Shall make me live."

"All's well that ends well still: the fine's the crown; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown."

"Whose words all ears took captive."

"Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear."

"For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals, ere we can effect them."

"All impediments in fancy’s course Are motives of more fancy."

"'T is but the shadow of a wife you see, The name and not the thing."

"The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet."