“Ay me! sad hours seem long.”

“Aye me sad hours seem long”

“What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?”

“The ides of March are come.Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.”

“Ay me! for aught that ever I could read,could ever hear by tale or history,the course of true love never did run smooth.”

“Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men ay do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.”

“Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, that shakes not, though they blow perpetually.”