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

Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddess she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,Both thanks and use.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.