Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?

To fear the worst oft cures the worst.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!