What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.