Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

Speak low, if you speak love.

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.

The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.