Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.

Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight.

Young in limbs, in judgement old.

The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

The ancient saying is no heresy, hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

Truth will come to light... at the length, the truth will out.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see<br /> The pretty follies that themselves commit;<br /> For if they could, Cupid himself would blush<br /> To see me...

They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they starve with nothing.

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, nor to one place.

I do know of these that... only are reputed wise for saying nothing.

His reasons are as two grains of wheat his in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.

Belike you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together.

Against my soul's pure truth why labour you to make it wander in an unknown field?

I will fasten on this sleeve of thine: thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

How comes it, that thou art then estranged from thyself?

Every why hath a wherefore.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, muddy,<br /> ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

My tongue will tell the anger of mine heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.

Exit, pursued by a bear.