"I dare truly and boldly say, that one years exercise therein to ingenious spirits, under able Masters, will produce more real and true fruit, than the studying Aristotelian Philosophy hath brought forth in many centuries. O that the Schools therefore would leave their idle, and fruitless speculations, and not be too proud to put their hands to the coals and furnace, where they might find ocular experiments to confute their fopperies, and produce effects that would be beneficial to all posterities."

"Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near."

"Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest."

"Glories, like glowworms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near have neither heat nor light."

"Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth, weeping: Their life, a general mist of error, Their death, a hideous storm of terror."

"This is a gimcrack That can get nothing but new fashions on you."

"There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty."

"'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches."

"That place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels."

"This is a pretty flimflam."

"There is no jesting with edge tools."

"Let no man fear to die: We love to sleep all, And death is but the sounder sleep."

"The foot in the grave."

"One good turn deserves another."

"Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee."

"Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we, As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallow-tree."

"I'll put that in my considering cap."

"Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do't tomorrow."

"And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf in October."

"Whistle, and she'll come to you."

"Let the world slide."

"Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one."

"Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil."

"Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd, And then they shine."

"Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast."

"Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still; And when the stars are labouring, we believe It is not that they govern, but they grieve For stubborn ignorance; all things that are Made for our general uses, are at war, — Even we among ourselves; and from the strife, Your first unlike opinions got a life."

"Man is his own star, and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man."

"As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell."

"Fortune, now see, now proudly Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look, Look what thou hast brought this land to!—"

"From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot."

"Charity and treating begin at home."

"Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority."

"Go far—too far you cannot, still the farther The more experience finds you: And go sparing;— One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain, The poorer and the baser you appear, The more you look through still."

"What mare's nest hast thou found?"

"Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe."

"Though I say't that should not say't."

"Let them learn first to show pity at home."

"We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him?"

"Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face."

"Sing a song of sixpence."

"Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves."

"Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!"

"Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again."

"I'll put a spoke among your wheels."

"'Tis a word that's quickly spoken, Which being restrained, a heart is broken."

"Something given that way."

"I'll have a fling."

"Deeds, not words."

"Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! What an inviting hell invented."