Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.
Fill all thy bones with aches.