Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.

Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit

I am wealthy in my friends.