Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.