Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.

So quick bright things come to confusion.​​​​​​

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.