William Shakespeare

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

There's place and means for every man alive.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.

In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.