What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!

O hell! to choose love with another's eye.

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.

Men should be what they seem.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.