It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.
Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.