All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.

Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.