They love least that let men know their loves.

He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

Every why hath a wherefore.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.