Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.