No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend ...
The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
Allow not nature more than nature needs.