Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.

Too nice, and yet too true!

A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!