By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.