Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.