I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.
Nor age so eat up my invention.
Love sees with the heart and not with mind.
Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn
This above all; to thine own self be true.
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.