There’s place and means for every man alive.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

What’s done can’t be undone.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

How well he’s read, to reason against reading!

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.