Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.

But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.