O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.
Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.