Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!

Nothing can come of nothing.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -