A table-full of welcome!
How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .