The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

The nature of bad news affects the teller.

There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!

All is well ended, if the suit be won.

Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.