But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.

Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.