Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.

Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.

I have drunk and seen the spider.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all