Happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style

Fortune love you.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; but riches fineless is as poor as winter to him that ever that ever fears he shall be poor.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!