Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

Beauty within itself should not be wasted.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear

This rough magic I here abjure and when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine end upon their senses that this airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.

If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.