My wits begin to turn.
Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them
Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.