Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
Every why hath a wherefore.
Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.