“silence is not a langauge, its a weapon to make your dear one to feel”

“Ah, kill me with your weapon, not with words.”

“Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear”

“I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.”

“Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.”

“I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughterand the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.”

“I read that I profess, the Art of Love.Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art!Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!”