In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.