in black ink my love may still shine bright.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.