And now for something completely different... Not from Shakespeare, but pretty darn old.

The Lying Valet, by David Garrick.

Oh woman, woman, foolish woman! she'll certainly have this Gayless: nay, were she as well convinced of his poverty as I am she'have him. A strong dose of love is worse than one of ratafia; when it once gets into our heads, it trips up our heels and then, good night to discretion. Here is she going to throw away fifteen thousand pounds; upon what? faith, little better than nothing-he's man and that's all-and heaven knows mere man is but small consolation.

Be this advice pursued by each fond maid.
Ne'er slight the substance for an empty shade:
Rich, weighty sparks alone should please and charm ye:
For should spouse cool, his gold will always warm ye.