it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee

There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.