Love laughs at locksmiths.

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!

Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.