Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

I was born free as Caesar; so were you

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.