Quotes About Balance

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

Dost think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale? (Twelfth Night)

To do a great right do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.

Tis no mean happiness to be seated in the mean.

Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift as tardy as too slow.

too much sadness hath congealed your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

Still better, and worse.

It is no mean happiness...to be seated in the mean

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature;

But you are wise, Or else you love not, for to be wise and love Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

For women fear too much, even as they love, And women's fear and love hold quantity, In neither aught, or in extremity. Now what my love is, proof hath made you know, And as my love is sized, my fear is so: Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear. Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

But are not some whole that we must make sick?

Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else suffer'd it will set the heart on fire.

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh, Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

They stumble that run fast.

Dolor moderado indica amor; dolor en exceso, pura necedad.

Does not our lives consist of the four elements? Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.

for naught so vile on the Earth doth live, but to the Earth some special good doth give

You gotta be cruel to be kind.