So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause.

The soul of this man is his clothes.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.