Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.