No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was
I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!