I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.

If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.