Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.

We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

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

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.