Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

'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 woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

And a man's life's no more than to say "One."

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.