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!

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.

Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end.

There's daggers in men's smiles.

There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.