In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you. On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new. Speak of the spring and foison of the year; The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear, And you in every blessèd shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!