Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.
Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time