Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.