Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

What a fool honesty is.

Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by