Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.