They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.

It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.