Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Hang those that talk of fear.

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.