Every fool knoweth that hatreds are the cinders of affection.
No man is wise or safe, but he that is honest.
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love.
Whosoever, in writing a modern history, shall follow truth too near the heels, it may happily strike out his teeth.
Our passions are most like to floods and streams;
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
Shall I, like an hermit, dwell
On a rock or in a cell?
Remember...that if thou marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance will never last nor please thee one year; and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all, for the desire dieth when it is attained, and the affection perisheth when it is satisfied.
Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, though ne’er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.