The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

So Fair And Foul A Day I Had Not Seen.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty Shadows.