There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
Death is a fearful thing.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
There's many a man has more hair than wit.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
This above all
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.