If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!

Conscience is a thousand swords.

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.