If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.
William ShakespeareThis is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.
William ShakespeareSweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn
William Shakespeare