I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

When Caesar says, 'Do this', it is performed.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.