Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.