An overflow of good converts to bad.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
To thine own self, be true.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
All that glitters is not gold.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.