Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.
What else may hap, to time I will commit.
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.
The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.