Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.

My heart is ever at your service.