Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.

They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.

To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.

This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.