Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.