Fear no more the heat o the sun, nor the furious winter's rages. Thou thy worldly task hast done, home art gone and taken thy wages.

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death. Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth.

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we might win, by fearing to attempt. [Measure For Measure]

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

There is tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries; on such a full sea we are now afloat; and we must take the current the clouds folding and unfolding beyond the horizon. when it serves, or lose our ventures.

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

Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

He is not great who is not greatly good.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Time is the justice that examines all offenders. [As You Like It]

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.

 
What is past is prologue.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

Lord we may know what we are, but know not what we may be.

And where the offence is, let the great axe fall.

Security is the chief enemy of mortals.

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. [Hamlet]

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.