'If music be the food of love, play on, / Give me excess of it'
'Enough, no more, / 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before'
'But like a cloistress she will veiled walk'
'all this to season / A brother's dead love'
'My brother he is in Elysium. / Perchance he is not drowned'
'I saw your brother ... bind himself ... To a strong mast that lived upon the sea, / Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, / I saw him hold with the waves'
'she hath abjured the company / And sight of men'
'O that i served that lady'
‘Thou shalt present me as an ****** to him’
‘I can sing / And speak to him in many sorts of music’
‘What a plague means my niece to take the death / of her brother thus?’
‘That quaffing and drinking will undo you’
‘he has three thousand ducats a year’
‘He’s a very fool and a prodigal’
‘he would / quickly have the gift of a grave’
‘I’ll drink / to her as long as there if a passage in my throat and / drink in Illyria’
‘I would I might / never draw sword again’
‘I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit’
‘it hangs like flax on a distaff’
‘She’ll none o’th count’
‘I can cut a caper’
‘He / hath known you but three days, and already you are no / stranger’
‘I have unclasped / To thee the book even of my secret soul’
‘Be not denied access, stand at her doors’
‘Whoe’er I woo, myself would be his wife’
‘If Sir / Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve’s flesh as any in Illyria’
‘For what says Quinapalus? ‘Better a witty fool / than a foolish wit.’’
‘you’re a dry fool’
‘As there is no true cuckold but calamity, / so beauty’s a flower’
‘I marvel that your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal’
‘O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste / with a distempered appetite’
‘There is no slander in an allowed fool’
‘Not old enough for a man, nor young / enough for a boy’
‘’Tis with him in standing water between boy and man’
‘Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty’
‘I am not that I play’
‘O, I have read it, it is heresy’
‘But we will draw the curtain and show you the picture’
Is’t not well done?’
‘I will give out diverse schedules of my beauty’
‘With adoration’s fertile tears, / With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire’
‘Make me a willow cabin at your gate’
‘What is your parentage?’
‘let him send no more, / Unless perchance you come to me again’
‘Even so quickly may one catch the plague?’
‘Methinks I feel this youth’s perfections / With an invisible and subtle stealth / To creep in at mine eyes’
‘the malignancy of…