There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil....O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.

the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena