You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
Though she be but little, she is fierce!
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn