My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.

Our jovial star reigned at his birth.

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.