If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.

Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

All the world is a stage and we are merely players.