Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

No worse a husband than the best of men.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!