The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.