Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

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

Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

Let us kill all lawyers

Come give us a taste of your quality.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.