If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.

Ingratitude is monstrous.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.

In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?