These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.