She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

Too nice, and yet too true!

Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.