Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?

No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth