O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!
There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.