Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.
Tempt not a desperate man
Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.