Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

O wretched state! o bosom black as death!

Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!