A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
Friendship's full of dregs.
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.
Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.