Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time

There's daggers in men's smiles.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.

The course of true love never did run smooth.