Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Take pains. Be perfect.
All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift.
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.
Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.