Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!
I dote on his very absence.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
Friendship's full of dregs.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.