We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.