That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

Patch up thine old body for heaven.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)