This is the very ecstasy of love.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.