If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.