The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.
Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.