Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.

There's daggers in men's smiles.

Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.

Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.