If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.