A little more than kin, and less than kind.
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
And she's fair I love.
Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.
Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.