There's daggers in men's smiles.

O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

Speak low, if you speak love.

Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.