Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.

An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena