The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.