Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.

Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies!

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.

Beauty within itself should not be wasted.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.