Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)
Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.