Men should be what they seem.
Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.