I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

There's small choice in rotten apples.

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!