Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.