For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

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

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

The cunning livery of hell.