O fie miss, you must not kiss and tell.

Fie, fie, you counterfeit. You puppet, you!

If I have not fretted myself till I am pale again, there's no veracity in me.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise

A branch of one of your antediluvian families, fellows that the flood could not wash away.

I sigh that kiss you,For I must ownThat I shall miss youWhen you have grown.