What light through yonder window breaks?

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

Thy friendship makes us fresh.

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?

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*

He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.