In thy face I see The map of honor, truth, and loyalty.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not.
Our doubts are traitors And makes us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt. –Lucio, Act I, scene iv Measure for Measure (c. 1603)
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings: Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
See first that the design is wise and just; that ascertained, pursue it resolutely.
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet a union in partition.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
This above all-to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as night follows day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
Men's vows are women's traitors!
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
Let no such man be trusted.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
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