...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

I am falser than vows made in wine.

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.