The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.