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

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

The patient must minister to himself

Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.

Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves.