As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.
Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Examine well your blood.
And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.
Beauty lives with kindness.