When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

Such as we are made of, such we be.  

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been,
accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.

He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee does bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.

Your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world.

O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.

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.

We must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.

Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.