Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart

Thou Dost Conspire Against Thy Friend, Iago, If Thou But Think'st Him Wronged, And Mak'st His Ear A Stranger To Thy Thoughts.

Rightly To Be Great Is Not To Stir Without Great Argument, But Greatly To Find Quarrel In A Straw When Honour's At The Stake.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.