RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.

Women's weapons, water-drops.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.