A Plague On Both Your Houses.

And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life, But Never Taint My Love.

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

Taffeta Phrases, Silken Terms Precise, Three-piled Hyperboles, Spruce Affection, Figures Pedantical--these Summer Flies Have Blown Me Full Of Maggot Ostentation.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.