Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them, But in the less, foul profanation.

Good alone

Is good, without a name; vileness is so :
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title.

Grief boundeth where it falls,

Not with the empty hollowness, but weight.

Grief makes one hour ten.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.

Glory is like a circle in the water,

Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.

Great men have reaching hands.

Give to a gracious message

A host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves, when they be felt.

Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too.

Good words are better than bad strokes.

Great griefs medicine the less.

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.

Good name, in man and woman,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Good things should be praised.