A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

A very honest woman but something given to lie

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.