Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.

Remembrance of things past.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"