Ceremony was but devised at first to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere 'Tis shown; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I never saw true beauty till this night
In the corrupted currents of this word offence's gilded hand may solve by justice, and oft, tis seen the wicked prize itself buys out the law: but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies in his true nature; And we ourselves
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
They are but beggars that can count their worth, but my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.
I might not this believeWithout the sensible and true avouchOf mine own eyes.
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -
So true a fool is love that in your will,Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.