As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

Sometimes, less is more.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.

I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?