When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.

Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.

Sometimes, less is more.

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.