All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!

What a deformed thief this fashion is.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

A man I am cross'd with adversity.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.