Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn him with his foot away?

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.