I bear a charmed life.
There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave
I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.