I have supped full with horrors.

“it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks,…”

“And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false co…”

“What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,Good Kate; I am a gentleman.”

“I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace; and it better fit…”