You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!

Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordinance in the field, And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. Grumio: For he fears none.