O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

And makes me poor indeed.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!