Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden.
A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off
Go girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Come, give us a taste of your quality.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us
All that glisters is not gold Often have you heard that told
I am not covetous for gold but if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive
Gold that's put to use more gold begets.
All that glisters is not gold.Often you have heard that toldMany a man his life hath soldBut my outside to beholdGilded tombs do worms enfold.
Who steals my purse, steals trash, but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.
Good counselors lack no clients
Good Dawning to thee friend.
Talkers are no good doers
Why, then 'tis none to you for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so to me it Denmark is a prison.
He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Get thee a good husband and use him as he uses thee
Greatness knows itself.
He that is thy friend indeed,He will help thee in thy needIf thou sorrow, he will weepIf thou wake, he cannot sleepThus of every grief in heartHe with thee does bear a part.These are certain signs to knowFaithful friend from flattering foe.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop
Patch grief with proverbs