But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd
Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.
The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.