Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.