I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever
Beauty lives with kindness.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.
When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.