O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.

Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.

There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.