Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.
God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
Some are born great, others achieve greatness.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.