Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.

Well, heaven forgive him! And forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They are the ground, the books, the academes,From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.

Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.