In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

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.

Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.

Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.