Discretion is the better part of valor.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow’s eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Thought is free.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
She lov’d me for the dangers I had pass’d, And I lov’d her that she did pity them.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Give me that man that is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him in my heart’s core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!
Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.