The devil is a gentleman.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

Ay, is it not a language I speak?

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

Omittance is no quittance.

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.