Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.
I'll teach you differences.
In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.
They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.