He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

The cunning livery of hell.