The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.

What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.

I scorn you, scurvy companion.

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.