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

What is aught but as 'tis valued?

Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.

The wheel is come full circle.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.