Love laughs at locksmiths.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.

O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake. For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.