There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

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

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land the great ones eat up the little ones.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

But men are men the best sometimes forget.

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.