Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian.
Avaunt, you cullions!
By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.