They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.
Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.