The More Pity, That Fools

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.

Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.