Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.