Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.

Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

Would I were in an alehouse in London.

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.