When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.
There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.