There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.
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.
Man is his own star; and that soul that can
Be honest is the only perfect man.
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
There's naught in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see 't,
But only melancholy;
O sweetest Melancholy!
Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had two distinct persons in him.
Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.
Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?
[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies.
Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others.
I may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people; they go commonly together.
Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man.
Many things happen between the cup and the lip.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.
As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.
This many-headed monster.
Commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for something in him we cannot abide.
Ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all men know the law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him.
No man is the wiser for his learning.
Wit and wisdom are born with a man.
There is a method in man's wickedness,--
It grows up by degrees.
Calamity is man's true touchstone.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love
Pity's the straightest.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.