Though she be but little, she is fierce!

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.

The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.