Now I Will Believe That There Are

Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

If Thou Dost Marry, I'll Give Thee This Plague For Thy Dowry: Be Thou As Chaste As Ice, As Pure As Snow, Thou Shalt Not Escape Calumny.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?