Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.