This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.

Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.

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

Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)

I dote on his very absence.