Thou unfit for any place but hell.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.