And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

Love is a wonderful, terrible thing

Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.