I am not only witty in myself$$$ but the cause that wit is in other men.

We are time’s subjects$$$ and time bids be gone.

Since all is well$$$ keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf.

Past and to come$$$ seem best; things present worst.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Let the end try the man.

Thus we play the fools with the time$$$ and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

He was indeed the glass wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

A man can die but once: we owe a death.