The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.
Dreams are the children of idled minds.
When I was at home I was in a better place