Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.