He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.