But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.
Love sees with the heart and not with mind.
He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
Things are often spoke and seldom meant.
That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)