Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

Give me my sin again.