If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

Speak low, if you speak love.

Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.