Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

...an old man is twice a child.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.