Past all shame, so past all truth.

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

Highly fed and lowly taught.

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!