A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known
Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.