Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

The chameleon Love can feed on the air

These violent delights have violent ends.

Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.