My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.
And I will make it felony to drink small beer.
Put money in thy purse.
No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.