a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!