All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies

Use almost can change the stamp of nature.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

Lend less than you owe.