The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

Courage mounteth with occasion.

But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.

All's well if all ends well.

Past all shame, so past all truth.