Cursed be he that moves my bones.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.
If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.