Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.