Neither a borrower, nor a lender be

Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.

That deep torture may be called a hell, When more is felt than one hath power to tell.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without an orator.

What cannot be eschewed must be embraced

On a day — alack the day! — Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air