The icy precepts of respect.
Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
A good wit will make use of anything.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.