Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.

Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth

Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Is she kind as she is fair?