I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

A plague on both your houses.

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.

We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?