That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.

Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end.

Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.

I had as lief have been myself alone.