Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.

Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep-a-nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without an orator.

Though those that are betrayed Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe.

Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend.

Men of few words are the best men.

Every why hath a wherefore.