He makes a July's day short as December.

O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

The course of true love never did run smooth.