Get Thee To A Nunnery.

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie, Which We Ascribe To Heaven.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.