Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
A woman's thought runs before her actions.
If there is a good will, there is great way.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.
wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.