No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.

Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.