A Plague On Both Your Houses.

I Pray Thee Cease Thy Counsel, Which Falls Into Mine Ears As Profitless As Water In A Sieve.

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

You Must Not Think That We Are Made Of Stuff So Fat And Dull That We Can Let Our Beard Be Shook With Danger And Think It Pastime.