O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

And send him many years of sunshine days!

To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.