The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.