When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.