A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

One sin another doth provoke.

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.

The course of true love never did run smooth.