O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

Love sees with the heart and not with mind.

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.

thus with a kiss I die

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.