Put money in thy purse.

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

...an old man is twice a child.

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.