Let him smell his way to Dover!
Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
O wretched state! o bosom black as death!
A harmless necessary cat.
Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?