I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

Be great in act, as you have been in thought.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.