The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.
If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.
Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.