I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.
In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd