Let the end try the man.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.