What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Women's weapons, water-drops.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

Come, Lady, die to live.