A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.