For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

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

A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.

Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.

A pair of star-crossed lovers.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.