He was not so much brain as earwax

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!

I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.

Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them