Lear.

Lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.

Let determin'd things to destiny

Hold unbewail'd their way.

Love's reason 's without reason.

Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after.

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;

But love from love, toward school with heavy

looks.

Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over lowering hills.

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Love moderately; long love doth so.

Loan oft loses both itself and friend.

Let 's teach ourselves that honourable stop,
Not to outsport discretion.

Let our finger ache, and it indues

Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense

Of pain.

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;

To one thing constant never.

Men

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ache with air, and agony with words.

Misery doth part

The flux of company.

Most friendship is feigning; most loving mere

folly.