I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

My love's more richer than my tongue.