I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

But like of each thing that in season grows.

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?

He makes a July's day short as December.

Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)

I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.