You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
A man should be what he seems.
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
Be not afraid of greatness.
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.