“Listen to many, speak to a few.”

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

All things are ready, if our mind be so.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

Grief makes one hour ten.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

Well, honor is the subject of my story.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.