He hath eaten me out of house and home.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

The time is out of joint.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

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