Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.

He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.

Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)

Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.

Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.

England is safe, if true within itself.

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.