Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

And Caesar shall go forth.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.