I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

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