Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.

We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.