I would fain die a dry death.

My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

Blood will have blood.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.