Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.