Mine honor is my life, both grow in one; take honor from me, and my life is done; then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try; in that I live and for that will I die.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Men’s vows are women’s traitors!
Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed; maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Meager were his looks. Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
