I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy.

The apparel oft proclaims the man.

Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.

Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.