It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes.
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.
Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.
Like madness, is the glory of this life.