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 unwatched 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.
