The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.