If love be blind, it best agrees with night

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.

I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.