This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.

I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance

Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.