I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.