Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.
For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Kindness nobler ever than revenge.
The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.