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

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.

No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)