Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Let him smell his way to Dover!

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

Woe to that land that's governed by a child.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

Juliet is the east and i am the sun.