Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.

We see which way the stream of time doth run.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.