Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.