I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

There's many a man hath more hair than wit.

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

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.