Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.

Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.