Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty.

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.

He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.