Quotes About Sincerity

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Men should be what they seem.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

What a fool honesty is.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!

I talk of you: Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you.

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.

There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery, for where a heart is hard they make no battery.

Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself: And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.