My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.
she shall scant show well that now shows best.
At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.