Virtue itself ‘scapes not calumnious strokes.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
Marriage is a matter of more worth than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
If you have hitherto conceal’d this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth.
Winter’s not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, but sorrow flouted at is double death.
Things done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.