Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

You are strangely troublesome.

We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.

It is not night when I do see your face.