Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.

Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.