The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

O, woe is me,To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Brevity is the soul of wit.