Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.