So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!