Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.
Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.