Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Every room
Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy.
'T is lack of kindly warmth.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
We have seen better days.
Are not within the leaf of pity writ.
I 'll example you with thievery:
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief.
Life's uncertain voyage.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts.
Mine host of the Garter.
I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here.
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?
"Convey," the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase!
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
Tester I 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
We burn daylight.
There's the humour of it.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.