When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

Unsubstantial Death is amorous.

We must follow, not force Providence.

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.