We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

Speak me fair in death.

His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse