Who to himself is law no law doth need; offends none and is king indeed.
Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her winged spirit Is feathered often times with heavenly words, And, like her beauty, ravishing and pure.
Pure innovation is more gross than error.
They're only truly great who are truly good.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.