'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.