Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .

There's daggers in men's smiles.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

Sweet are the uses of adversity

Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster