The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Let the end try the man.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
There's small choice in rotten apples.
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.