Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you