For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night

Despair and die. The ghosts