Time is the justice that examines all offenders. [As You Like It]

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

A walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.

Art made tongue-tied by authority.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee, the more I have, for both are infinite

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

A miser grows rich by seeming poor. An extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich.

There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.

There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth.