Friendship is full of dregs.

O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.

Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?