I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.

I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!