My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.