The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.