If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.