There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.
Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.
Sometimes, less is more.
If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.