I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

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

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.