Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.

Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!

Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.