My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.