Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.