Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.
Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.