Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.