Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.

O, full of scorpions is my mind!

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!

I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.

The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!