What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.
For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.