Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Haste is needful in a desperate case.

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.

thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.