. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.

Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.