Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.

There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

And a man's life's no more than to say "One."