Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Thou lump of foul deformity!
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.
Patch grief with proverbs.
She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known