If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.

The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.

The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.