The apparel oft proclaims the man.
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
Season your admiration for awhile.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
On Fortune’s cap we are not the very button.
O shame! where is thy blush?
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none; My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my hear.