He that is proud eats up himself; pride in his glass, his trumpet, his chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise
Quote by Shakespeare
God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
To their right praise and true perfection!
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling...
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame;...
Nothing can come of nothing.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked;...
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.
Thou art sure of me:--go, make money.
He is not great who is not greatly good.
I would fain die a dry death.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me...
There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Are you capable of risking your life for someone? Do it for Christ.
God will not love thee less, because men love thee more