For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.

I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.

Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.

Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.