Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.