As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

When Caesar says, 'Do this', it is performed.

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.