O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And

The Thing Of Courage As Rous'd With Rage Doth Sympathise, And, With An Accent Tun'd In Self-same Key, Retorts To Chiding Fortune.

Since I Do Purpose To Marry, I Will Think Nothing To Any Purpose That The World Can Say Against It; And Therefore Never Floutat Me For What I Have Said Against It; For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

One Touch Of Nature Makes The Whole World Kin.

A Friend Should Bear His Friend's Infirmities.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity