“Brevity is the soul of wit.”

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Listen to many, speak to a few.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Thus with a kiss I die.

A light heart lives long.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.