No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
There is nothing serious in Mortality
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed.
Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.