Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.
Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.