Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

Patch grief with proverbs.

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.

Let him smell his way to Dover!