Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.
If love be blind, it best agrees with night
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.