Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

I do begin to have bloody thoughts.