Music is the food of life.
Have more than you show, speak less than you know
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves
Our bodies are our gardens,
Our wills are our gardeners
The earth has music for those that listens
The course of true love never did run smooth
I would not wish any companion in the world but you
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind therefore is winged Cupid painted blind
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind
All the world's a stage and the men and women are merely players
Conscience doth make cowards of us all
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps
A witty fool is better than a foolish wit
Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.