And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

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; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

Fill all thy bones with aches.