Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.