I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you
A very scurvy fellow.
What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
A table-full of welcome!
If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not