Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.

Not Proud You Have, But Thankful That You Have. Proud Can I Never Be Of What I Hate, But Thankful Even For Hate That Is Meant Love.

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.