Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?