That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
That modesty may more betray our sense than woman’s lightness? Having waste ground enough, shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, and pitch our evils there?
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe.
Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
So may the outward shows be least themselves, the world is still deceived with ornament.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
