Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.

To thine own self be true -; And it must follow as the night the day; Thou canst not be false to any man

This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.