We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.