A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.