She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.

We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

A light heart lives long.

Be not afraid of greatness.