Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

The world must be peopled!

How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!

Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.

The rain, it raineth every day.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?