This is the short and the long of it.

He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.

Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.