When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.

Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.