From As you like it

Her benefits are mightily misplaced

What shall I call thee when thou art a man ?

Like the toad, ugly and venomous

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens

I think he be transformed into a beast; for I can nowhere find him like a man

And in his brain which is as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage, he hath strange places

Lets meet as little as we can

I desire that we be better strangers

I was seeking for a fool when I found you

His kisses are Judas's own children

Certainly, there is no truth in him

You lisp and wear strange suits

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed