Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.

O hell! to choose love with another's eye.

Falsehood falsehood cures

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

Let the end try the man.

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.