Troilus and Cressida

"He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding."

"I have had my labour for my travail."

"Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing."

"The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order."

"Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe."

"There is seen The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come at large."

"Modest doubt is call’d The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst."

"The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance."

"They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one."

"Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes."

"Perséverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery."

"Time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer: the welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing."

"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin."

"All, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past; And give to dust, that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o’erdusted."

"And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to airy air."

"A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin."

"There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body."

"His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks, he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty."

"The end crowns all; And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it."