The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.
Remembrance of things past.
Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.