Maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore; Men Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Misery doth part The flux of company. Most friendship is feigning; most loving mere folly. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing. Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the keyhole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief, the enemy to the living. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. More are men's ends marked than their lives before. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds. Marriage is a matter of more worth Many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. Men, that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best. Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is. Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise. Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Many do keep their chambers are not sick. Men at some time are masters of their fates; But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes. Most miserable Is the desire that's glorious:* blessed be those, How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills, Which seasons comfort. Men's vows are women's traitors. Man and man should brothers be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, More water glideth by the mill * Ambitious. |